i aint got no mo fuckin tears no more (no more)
all dry like the blood on floor (on the walls)
shit went left i went right four da drawer(now its war)
9 milla meters hollow out they core (let it roar)

let it loose, let it bark
remove they body parts
no excuse, this is art
i dont need a heart
hit n snooze, a la carte
how i leave my mark
fuck da schmooze, breakin news
gotta disembark

fucka a truce, aint no truth
when you split in two
cuting you cuting me
now whos blood is whos
fuck the world, n it laws
, and a mortal wound
Ill transend it all
become immoratal soon

GOTTA A CHOPPA n its LOADED FOR A KILLING SPREE
Target my depprison ,might blow away the inner me

i aint got no mo fuckin fears no more ( no more)
all lies souvenirs of war (they some ghost)
ride or die truth an consicensies in my eyes
meet death at ever corner, tell the day i die

devil from my nightmare my mirrior image (look at me)
good night dear now stop trippen (toppeling)
D.O.A'd talkn M.I.A fuck with me
D.E.A on The Facebook page rumageing

body bag
toe tag
what im getting at

check floor
dope bag
went missen yeah

getting high
stops me
from loosn mine

getting high
fuck with me
then you cross the line

beath by https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNdYicUVRC8&list=LLhFWVpEkoBDMYRtgCvipCog&index=26&t=0s